I justhave to have him inside of me.He is shifting position so that he's on top of me face to face. My mouth isstill sucking even though he pulled his...dick out. I then feel something soshocking, so unexpected, as his lips touch mine and his tongue slowlypushes its way into my mouth. He's kissing me and I'm kissing him back. Allthe while his finger is still working its way inside my ass. Every nerve inmybody is on fire. This wasn't supposed to happen Trey is straight as anarrow. But how straight. I guess I’m just different to most of the rest of the world. The surprising part is that there were no really negative responses. No nasty comments or abuse, which when you put yourself out there like this you do expect some negativity. We went back to the motel as we both wanted to shower and get changed before we headed out for the night. As we walked into the foyer we ran into our friend Phil from the elevator earlier. He took one look at us and went bright red, turned on his heel and all. He finished up quick, got paid, and went back to his bench.Potentials came and went, but Kris took none of them. Everyone in the city was as hot and bored as he was. Well, maybe none of them were quite as hot as he was, coated in sweat, with his shirt open to show of soft tanned skin and firm muscles along his abdomen. He let the money slide, his thoughts chasing after his lion-like stranger. About nine, when the sun was nothing but a streak of blood on the seaward horizon, a big white saloon. I shouldn’t have been nervous, but I was.The valet attendant checked the Land Rover in, took my bag to the bell captain’s station, and directed me to the front desk.The front desk attendant smiled sweetly at me when I approached the counter. “Welcome to the Bellagio; are you checking in?”“I’m a guest of Mr. James Moretti,” I replied shyly as I slid my driver’s license to her over the counter.She typed on the keyboard for a few seconds. “You’re in the Penthouse Suite on the 36th floor. I’ll have.